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Maybe somewhere, these words will catch up with you and draw a line around your face. Somehow, I feel like I’m always curious; breathing and optimistic. It’s singular emotions of a little fracture on your bone. It’s painful but you won’t know. Easily eating into my ghosts.

Maybe someway, someday, you’ll wake up from hallucinations and put on some clothes. Sometimes, I feel like you had your palms on my cheeks. It’s covert imaginary beliefs. It’s good touch that I will always miss. It’s like growing teeth. Easily eating into my ghosts.

You fed me with beasts.
It took away some of my fingers.
Lying, limping against the sunset.
Like an enemy, spiraling.

You traded me for infamy.
I saw you see me.
Looking back, again and again.
Was it a hesitant mistake?

You tried me on.
Right here in my head.
Pinstriped and creases, talking.
You might be wrong.

You killed me inside.
Then I laughed because I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die. I cannot die.
Slowly, closing eyes.
Let’s hold walls.

love, you’re somehow racist, on and on about the broken hand, on and on. say it hurts, i will take your word. sparkles, and anybody that could make claims, it feels so much more expensive, languages apart, i think you could go on without me, on and on. say it hurts, to occupy love. leather, lightly and touching, lasting, giving in, i give and give. say it hurts, its silent and it lurks…